The Adjustment Bureau, first and foremost, benefits from a great cast, less prolifically but still importantly with the Bureau members themselves. Typical genre standards lend a certain robotic, blank-stare attitude to professionally dressed, antagonist enforcers of their kind—think back to the agents in The Matrix. But John Slattery—best known as the snarky and effortlessly cool Roger Sterling on AMC’s Mad Men—is too electric to play it like that; as the Bureau’s on-the-field shotcaller, he’s a compelling villain, one who’s not malevolent but instead disarming. In quieter ways, Anthony Mackie (The Hurt Locker) connects equally as well, channeling steely reserve as Damon’s secret ally within the Bureau. The bad guys in The Adjustment Bureau aren’t megalomaniacal in any way; they’re simply hard-workers sticking to a preordained and ethereal plan.
Together, Damon and Blunt secure The Adjustment Bureau as the film gradually flies off the rails. Charging into a finale complete with magical black hats, not so subtle religious leanings, and a random trip to Yankee Stadium, Nolfi begins tossing as many sci-fi goodies into the pot as possible; it’s as if Nolfi suddenly remembered he was adapting a Philip K. Dick story and wanted to appease the late writer’s fervent readership. The result is a tad chaotic, though not a deal-breaker, mainly because of Damon and Blunt. Their convincing interplay and affections are The Adjustment Bureau’s driving force. Oddly enough, Nolfi has concocted something any Hollywood suit should appreciate: a well-acted romantic drama equipped for both genders. Plus magical hats—you can’t forget about those.